Scars Of A Broken Bond

She refrained from studying Lance’s countenance further, instead moving to express her gratitude to the two men who had apprehended the thief, extending an invitation for dinner once the police completed their tasks.

One of the men demurred, remarking, “No need. It’s not a big deal. In my estimation, you should treat that young gentleman to a meal. Without him, our pursuit of the thief might have ended quite differently.”

Bettie cast a sly glance back at Lance, her lips curling into a smile.

She then turned to the men and graciously declared, “Certainly, I shall treat him. Let us dine together, all of us.”

“No, thank you…” The two men waved off her offer with polite refusal.

Undeterred, Bettie proceeded to a nearby shop, where she purchased water and tokens of appreciation for the gallant men.

They promptly procured the

Bettie watched them depart, a wave of relief washed over her. She bid Lance farewell and began her departure. While on the move, she dialed Sabrina’s number and waited for the latter to answer. She said to Lance without

“Wait!”

else?” idn’t you mention treating me to

“When did I…”

swept over her, causing her countenance to darken. “I said that to those gentlemen. You needn’t take

I do take

gracious smile, “I’ve already contemplated our dining choice. I aided you in capturing the thief

glance toward the two

spotted the pair engaged in conversation not too distant